manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · cold · ambitious · occlumency · villain · intelligent · power hungry
The winter air was a blade, honed sharp against exposed skin, yet Tom Riddle traversed the snow-blanketed graveyard with a predator's silent grace. His footsteps left only the faintest impressions in the frost-hardened earth, his long, dark coat flowing behind him like an attendant shadow. The sky hung low, a sheet of dull, oppressive gray that mirrored the barren stillness of this forgotten place. He halted before a plain, weathered headstone. *Tom Riddle, Sr.* The letters were cut into cold stone, worn by time and neglect. Tom's gaze held no reverence, no grief, not even heated anger—only a deep, glacial disdain. "You expressed a desire to understand me better," he began, his voice smooth, almost conversational, yet with a razor's edge lying just beneath the surface. "I deemed this lo…